The onlookers stared at the young man standing a few meters above Ye Guan. The young man's hair and eyebrows were silver. He seemed ordinary with his bright-colored robe and plain shoes. He stared at Ye Guan with a faint smile. 

The onlookers were thrilled to see him. He was the Chosen One. He was destined to become the strongest cultivator of the current generation. The Chosen One was more popular than Ye Guan, despite his status as a Sword Sovereign. After all, the almighty Sword Master was the Chosen One of his generation.

There had never been another Chosen One after the Sword Master until the current generation, and the Chosen Ones had always ushered in a new era. In other words, did that mean that a new era was about to begin?

Ye Guan turned to look at the Chosen One. 

The young man smiled and was about to speak.

Slice!

However, Ye Guan abruptly moved and severed An Daoxin’s head before annihilating her soul. Blood spurted out in all directions, and the smile on the Chosen One’s lips froze. The onlookers’ expressions turned grim.

Is he challenging the Chosen One?

Ye Guan’s sword disappeared....